A/N: First: yaoigurl12, if you are reading this, you have the private message function turned off, so I can't reply to you, However, as many of you know, I will not take any requests for at least the summer. I'll try to write more than I have done lately, but I don't want any deadlines or any "musts". I'm taking some time off. (I have promised two B-day things, though, a long time ago, and I intend to try to do them).

Now, onto this drabble then! It will makeTinclay wet herself with joy. At least I hope so, because this is another of her ideas! I took it, I twisted it, but it's all mostly there… and I wrote it all at work today! ;)

Freestanding story

WARNINGS! Dark! Contains non-con and dub-con. Not for too sensitive readers.

It has an intended change of… err… what's the grammatical word? From past tense to present tense… anyway, intended, BUT since I wrote this at work, which means I couldn't focus 100 percent while working on it, and I'm now home, tired, and only read it through once, it might very well be littered with mistakes. Cookies for corrections, but try to read the story first… ;)

Blame

Robin clearly remembered the first night it had happened. It was the first time he had seen Slade's face.

After escaping the man's apprenticeship the teen had been set on revenge, any revenge, if only getting a good kick in. He had began patrolling the city alone, late at night, and it soon paid off. They met, they fought. Very few words were exchanged, Robin was simply too angry and Slade… well, he preferred to show the young whelp his place in other ways.

Their fights were brutal but, Robin noticed, whenever he was on the ground, gasping for breath and unable to move, Slade backed off. The man waited for him to get up again, quietly in the shadows, hands behind his back, and head cocked to the side, as if asking if the teen had had enough. Robin seldom had. If he took too long, however, Slade usually left.

Sometimes their fights were interrupted by the Titan's alarm, and the criminal simply stepped aside at those times, gesturing to Robin as if he was giving the hero his permission to leave. This, of course, only made Robin angrier, but leave he did. He had a duty more important than personal revenge, after all.

Then, one night, everything changed. The steel-clad heel of the teen's boot connected with the man's head, cracking his mask. As it fell away in pieces, Slade did nothing to hide his face, as he had before, and Robin found himself unable to move.

"Well done, Robin."

Those words, uttered in a low purr and accompanied by a smirk, were the first Slade had said to him in weeks, maybe months. The hero tried to step back as the man advanced on him, but he was too stunned. Too slow. Robin would always wonder what would have happened if he had gotten away that night.

Slade caught him around his throat and slammed him into a wall. Robin struggled to breathe, to free himself, but, this time, the man didn't back off. Robin was soon helpless. Slade held both his wrists in one of his own hands, while the other had returned to the teen's throat after the initial struggle. The hero was pressed into the wall, and Slade was so close that he small amount of kicking the teen could manage was absolutely useless.

"You deserve a little reward for unmasking me, don't you think?" the man leered.

"Then let me kick your teeth in!" Robin hissed.

"Hmmm…. No, I have another idea… don't worry… you'll like that just as much…" Slade chuckled coldly.

Robin felt like the whole world froze, because, at that moment, Slade kissed him.

It was nothing like the soft, romantic kisses of movies and, sometimes, of Robin's Starfire-filled dreams. It was hard, demanding, bordering on painful, and, when Robin tried to fight back by biting, the grip on his throat moved up to his jaw, where Slade's fingers pressed into his cheeks, forcing the teen's mouth to stay open.

The man took his time after that, exploring Robin's mouth and lips. The young hero had never felt so helpless, so used, but it was about to get much worse.

Suddenly he was free, thrown to the ground, but, again, he didn't have time to get away. Slade was on top of him in an instant, and then everything happened very fast. Robin didn't understand was what about to happen to him, until he found his tights pulled down and something hot and blunt was pushing into him. There was no preparation and only spit for lubricant, and the pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. He had been kicked, punched, burned, stabbed and even shot, but he had never experienced a horror and a shock like this.

He wasn't sure how long it went on, he just knew that, when it was over, Slade left him naked and bleeding and trembling, curled up on the roof-top, unable to move.

It was an hour before he was able to get to his knees, and longer still until he finally reached the safety of the Tower. After that, Robin didn't leave the headquarters on his own for months. He did his job, and he even fought Slade once or twice, but never alone.

After a few months had passed, Robin was starting to feel strangely restless. He had healed, his injuries hadn't been as serious as he first had feared, and he was tired of hiding, tired of being scared. So he left the safety once more.

After a few nights he met Slade. They fought, but Robin left while he still could. They didn't exchange one word. The next night was the same and after a while they settled into the old routine. Almost. Because now, if Robin couldn't get up, Slade didn't back off. Now, defeat meant rape.

Robin fought every time. He kicked, punched, clawed and bit. One thing he never did, however, was to cry out for help.

The fourth time, he came. His orgasm was ripped from him, he didn't know how, and left him feeling even weaker than before. He stayed away for a while again, but he was back on the dark roofs much quicker this time, and the routine continued.

He was glad when he managed to get away, but whenever he did, he found himself back out much sooner, most likely the very next night and the next and the next, until he lost a fight. After one of those times, it could be a day or two where he didn't feel the need to roam, but the urge soon returned.

He didn't come every time, but the meetings always left him hard. Slade never helped him, never touched him with the intention to please the teen, and never stayed after he had come himself.

Usually the man fucked his ass, but that changed too. Robin had been struggling to get up after a vicious kick one night, when Slade had caught his hair and pulled the hero's face to his groin. Robin had known what he wanted… and he had done it. Slade's shaft had ended up with scrapes from teeth along the length of it, but the teen had not really hurt him, though it had been a terrific opportunity for the revenge that had first driven Robin to the man. Instead of pain, the teen had given him pleasure, however, and ended up with a mouth-full of hot cum. He had spat it out, at least most of it, that first time. From then on, however, Slade never let him.

Robin groaned as he woke up. Last night had been brutal, both the fighting and the sex. He wasn't even sure that he had been conscious the whole time. This couldn't go on. He got up, showered the sweat, cum and blood off his body, got dressed in his uniform, spoke briefly to his teamj and left Jump City.

He needed to get away, gain some perspective. He wanted to work hard for a while and focus on what his life's mission was: saving people. With this in mind, he went back to Gotham.

After a 'I need a change of scenery'-explanation Batman didn't ask any more questions, and it only took them a few days to work together as the Dynamic Duo once more; seamlessly, efficiently, putting both the small-time criminals and the crime-lords on their guard. Robin was beginning to relax.

"I'll go around the back, make sure no one escapes through the front door," Batman said and pointed down to the building on the other side of the street.

"Will do," Robin grinned. "If anyone tries, things will get sticky," he added and withdrew some bird-a-rangs which had the same glue-like substance as some of Red X's weapons. He had designed both sets, after all.

Batman nodded and jumped off the roof, swinging across to the other building.

"Things might get sticky indeed…" a voice behind Robin said. The teen swung around, only to have a bo-staff crash into his side. He fell over, but rolled away and got on his feet again.

"You… followed me?" he gasped, clutching his side.

"Of course. I didn't give you permission to leave," Slade said coldly.

"I don't need your permi-!" Robin's head snapped to the side from the backhand blow, and then he was thrown into the wall of the rooftops' utility building, face first. A hand on his back kept him in place, while another one tilted his head backwards.

"But you do," was all Slade said for the moment, before releasing his hair. Then a knee replaced the hand pinning the teen.

Robin gasped, afraid that Slade would break his spine. The pressure and pain was intense, but then he heard the man's mask hit the roof and the knee was gone again. The hand was back, though, and Robin still couldn't move.

He cried out slightly as the man bent down and kissed the side of his neck. It was actually more of a bite than a kiss, and Robin knew from experience that the mark would be visible for days. He tried ramming his elbow into Slade's side, but it only hit the man's metal armor, sending a spike of pain up the teen's arm.

The criminal only chuckled and grabbed Robin's tights, pulling the downwards.

"No… no, not here… Batman…" Robin pleaded, hating himself for it. "I'll… I'll meet you later… please… I…"

"I don't think you've deserved a respite."

The Titan's tights ripped as Slade pulled them more violently and then the man kicked the teen's feet apart.

"Spit."

A cupped hand appeared in front of Robin's face.

"No! Stop!" the hero hissed, struggling against the cold wall.

"Dry? Fine."

"No!" he took a few, deep shuddering breaths and then spat in the man's hand, delivering as much saliva as he could, because he knew that was all he was going to get.

Tears of anger and shame were gathering behind his mask and slipped out from under it, down his cheeks. This was supposed to be over. He was supposed to be safe here. He hadn't gone looking for it, this time. Still, as Slade pushed inside, Robin felt himself begin to harden against his own will. He groaned from the feeling of being filled and couldn't help but push back a little as he braced himself against the wall. He didn't know why everything he connected with sex; soft breasts, alluring curves, secret, wet, hot places, meant nothing when the man was inside him. Instead hard muscle, pain and a bruising grip took their place, but the end result was still the same.

The position, because of the difference in height between them, didn't seem optimal for Slade, though, so after only a few thrusts, Robin was pushed down on the ground instead, on his back. He fought briefly again, but soon punching the man's arms turned into clutching them, as the criminal set a brutal pace. Robin's legs were spread wide on each side of the man's shoulders, as he was bent almost double. The tears down Robin's cheeks increased with the pleasure. He hated that Slade could do this to him, could make him like it, especially here, in Gotham. He tried to bite his lips to make the surging feeling go away, but he couldn't escape it; it mercilessly swept him up in its mind-numbing explosion, and, as he cried out, he felt the now familiar feeling of getting filled by Slade's seed.

Before the man could get up, something kicked him off of the teen, and a black snarling shadow landed between them.

"Robin, are you- oh, god," the words were said in a low voice, filled with dread.

Robin stared up at his mentor, too shocked to cover himself up.

"You… you raped him?" Batman growled and turned towards Slade.

The criminal, still maskless, smirked as he tucked himself in, apparently in no hurry at all.

"Hardly. He liked it. I see the evidence splattered all over his stomach," Slade let the Dark Knight know.

Robin snapped out if his stunned state and scrabbled to cover himself up.

"Robin?" The teen heard the disbelief in his mentor's voice, but couldn't find the presence of mind to deny Slade's claim.

"I… he… he didn't rape me."

Maybe Slade had. Robin knew he hadn't wanted it, but he claimed that every time, and still he kept coming back, kept seeking the man out. He only had himself to blame here, it was his fault. If he hadn't been so weak, so foolish, so… wrong.

"I don't care." Batman's statement was followed by an attack which almost felled the criminal, but the element of surprise was short-lived. The guardian of Gotham was the first to draw blood, but Slade retaliated a second later. They fought without weapons and it was surprisingly even. Slade might have meta-human strength and senses, reducing his reaction time to almost nothing, but Batman was fuelled by a fury which just wouldn't let him back down.

The sound of Batman's ribs cracking had Robin on his feet, throwing himself into the deadly fight. He almost got killed too, but instead the Dark Knight took a hit and went down. Slade raised a foot and placed his heavy boot on the man's throat.

"No!" Robin cried out, almost able to hear the expected snap.

"No? Why shouldn't I ensure that you won't run away to him again?" Slade asked innocently.

The mercenary was pressing so hard on Batman's neck that Robin could see that his mentor was struggling to breathe, and was just barely able to stay conscious.

"I… I'm sorry…" the teen said.

"Oh, I know," Slade smirked. "But you weren't so sorry a moment ago… why don't you tell your 'daddy' what we have been up to lately?"

When Robin hesitated Slade leaned a bit more on the other man's neck.

"We- we fight!" Robin said hurriedly.

"…aaaand?" the criminal asked, easing off just slightly.

"You… you raped me," Robin continued.

"Yes, perhaps. And you called the police? Your mentor? The JL?"

"No…"

"Because you liked it?"

"No!"

"Go on, Robin. Tell him the truth… or the last thing he'll hear you say will be a lie."

"Wait… I… yes… I… I went back… and… and I liked it… " Robin admitted weakly.

"Better… and what did you like?"

Robin glared at the man, hating him for his cruelty, but he knew he had to go on, knew that Slade would not be satisfied with anything less.

"I… liked it when you fucked me."

"You enjoyed sucking me off too, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you'd like to show Batman how much?"

The teen took a frightened step back and the Dark Knight made a weak gurgling sound of protest.

"Please… no… Slade, please!" Robin begged, fresh tears prickling his eyes.

"Oh, I think you should… or he'll never understand what we have, will you, Batman?" Slade asked the man whose lips had turned slightly blue. "Come here, boy… I need to be cleaned up anyway…"

Robin was made to kneel next to his mentor's head and lean across his body to open Slade's pants. He briefly entertained the thought of trying to tackle the man to the ground, just to get him away from Batman, but his mentor was weakened by the fight already, and with Slade's amazing reflexes the man would probably know that the attack was coming even before Robin did. And, if it failed, Batman would die. Robin was sure of it.

The hero soon held his nemesis hard cock in his hands, stroking it, trying to surreptitiously use his hands to clean it off. He couldn't see any traces of himself on it, but the thought of where it had just been still made his stomach turn. Nevertheless, he had no choice. While refusing to look down, trying to forget that his beloved mentor and father-figure was right there, Robin parted his lips and let the head slide into his mouth.

"No, no, Batman, I want you to watch this… if you do, I'll be nice to your little sidekick… if not, I'll make him deep throat me… it almost killed him the first time… maybe we should find out if he has gotten any better? No? You'll watch then? Good…"

Robin tried his best to please the man, the only thought in his mind being that it would be over quickly if he did.

"He's amazing, my little bird…" Slade purred after a while. Robin knew the man was holding back, trying to drag out the teen's humiliating punishment. "You should try this Bruce, you really should…"

"No!" Robin pulled his head back and stared at the man. "No! No, don't make me!"

"Oh, don't you worry, my boy… as long as you please me, I won't share you…" the man smirked. "But you're not pleasing me right now…"

Robin quickly went back to work after the not-so-subtle warning.

It took fifteen minutes for the man to come. By then Robin's jaw was aching, and he was struggling to breathe almost as much as Batman.

"Good boy," Slade told him after Robin had licked him clean and tucked him back in. "Now, I'll see you tomorrow night, in Jump, at the top the Wayne Enterprises building… and if you decide to continue to hide out here, I'll start sending you the heads of your friends until you change your mind."

With that the criminal took a step back, and, within a moment, he was gone, swallowed by the night.

Robin gave a dry sob, trying to stop his body to curl in on itself. He then felt a hand clutching his arm.

"We'll… get… him…" Batman rasped, slowly regaining his normal color as he gulped down air into his abused lungs.

"No… he'll…. He'll strike back…" the teen said brokenly. "He'll see you coming… he'll…"

"We'll find a way."

"No! No, I'll… I'll find a way… I'll deal with it… I… I have to go back."

"Don't-"

"I have to." Robin got to his feet and backed away. "Thank you, but… it's my fault." The young hero turned and ran, heading towards his hidden motorcycle. He would head back to the Batcave and take the T-jet home again. It would be a long flight but he had to go. He had an appointment to keep, or he'll live to regret it.

While swinging over a rooftop, he wondered what would happen if he would just let go. Just fall. But deep inside he knew that, even if he was dead and far beyond the reach of Slade's rage, the man would take it out on everyone he loved. No. Death would be an easy escape, but he didn't deserve one. After all, it was his fault.

The End

A/N: Oh, what a fluffy, happy, funny story! Yaaay! ;)

Tinclay told me in a PM I just read, to stop bitching about being busy and just get writing… (she had no idea about this when she wrote that) so I'll try… ;) as I said, though, I'm not taking requests, but, as Tinclay did, you are always very welcome to send me random ideas. If I like them, and if the blot-bunny bites, I'll write them. Probably at work. Which means short ideas are better. I'm more into the more serious, deeper things at the moment, but send me anything.

I will probably find quite a bit of time to write at work this summer… I'm slowly getting more and more to do, but that doesn't change the fact that I'll be at work during the time where almost everyone else is on vacation… now, don't take me wrong, I'm not a horrible person, I always put work first and I work HARD… maybe if I worked slower, I'd get less time over? Anyway, there's a limit to the things I can do, and I'm still waiting for the IT-department to give me access to some systems and for some training-courses… So try not to blame me TOO much, because at least I'm writing Sladin! ;)

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